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Hey everyone. First of all, sorry for disappearing for a few weeks. Life has bern intense. If you’ve read my last posts (the one where my best friend started fucking my girlfriend), you already know things escalated quickly and beautifully.
Yes, they’re still seeing each other. Yes, I still get hard watching her come home freshly used. And yes, she’s never been more radiant, more alive, more wet.
But today’s story isn’t about him.
Today’s story is about how she seduced her scuba diving instructor… and fucked him on a boat, with the captain watching and me too.
As you may remember, we live near the coast. Not a resort, not a vacation, it’s just our life now. Morning runs by the ocean, nights barefoot on the sand. She surfs almost daily. The sea is her element.
But lately, she wanted something new. “I want to learn how to dive,” she said. “To go deeper.”
Of course she did.
She booked a one-on-one class with a local diving instructor. A guy named Leo. Picture this: tanned, square jaw, late 30s, ridiculously muscular like, “didn’t skip a single day at the gym in 10 years” kind of muscular. She noticed. Instantly.
The morning of the dive, she wore a striped blue bikini, the kind that barely holds on when she’s paddling out to surf. She threw a loose white shirt over it, tied at the waist, wet hair up in a bun. She looked edible. And she knew it.
We met Leo at the dock. He greeted her first, of course. His eyes traveled over her slowly, lingering on her hips, her stomach, the curve of her chest under that almost-transparent shirt. He nodded at me like I was just some dude tagging along. I didn’t mind.
We boarded the boat, just the three of us and the captain, who barely spoke. He stayed at the controls while we moved toward deeper waters.
The dive lasted about 45 minutes. When they came up, my girlfriend laugh rang out over the waves. She looked lit, high on adrenaline and attention. She climbed back on board slowly, giving Leo a full view of her ass dripping seawater.
She peeled off her wetsuit down to her waist. That striped blue bikini, clinging to her skin, left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Leo handed her a towel. She didn’t take it.
Instead, she sat across from him on the padded bench, legs open just slightly, her fingers playing with the strap of her top. Her voice dropped, all teasing. “You’re a good teacher, Leo. Maybe I need private lessons…”
The captain glanced at me, then at her, then pretended to check a rope. He knew the drill. So did I.
Leo didn’t say anything. He just reached forward and pulled her into his lap.
She moaned into his mouth before their lips even touched. Her hands were on his chest, exploring that hard body like she’d been waiting to rip his shirt off, which she did. He stood, grabbed her by the thighs, and carried her to the back of the boat like she weighed nothing.
I followed silently, sitting on a bench just a few feet away.
Leo sat with her straddling him. She rocked her hips slowly, her bikini still on, grinding against that massive bulge growing in his shorts. Her eyes locked with mine for a moment playful, wild, proud.
She untied her top and let it fall.
He groaned.
She reached down, untied his swim trunks, and pulled him out. I could see how thick he was, veiny and fully hard, bouncing slightly as she stroked him.
Then, with a slow breath, she moved her bikini bottom to the side and slid down on him.
No words. Just her gasp. His grip on her hips. The sound of the ocean and her breath catching every time he pushed deeper.
She fucked him like it was her boat. Like she owned the sea.
She held his face, whispered something in his ear, then looked over her shoulder at me again as if to say “you seeing this, baby?”
I nodded. She smiled and kept riding him until she came for the first time.
Just when I thought the moment couldn’t get any filthier, I noticed the captain, silent the whole time, had pulled out his phone and started recording. He didn’t ask. He didn’t need to. She saw him, locked eyes with the lens, and smiled like a starlet on her debut. She arched her back, moaned louder, grabbed Leo’s cock and slid off him slowly, then dropped to her knees right there on the boat’s floor. With salt on her skin and mischief in her eyes, she looked up at both of them, then wrapped her lips around that thick shaft and sucked like she was performing. Leo grunted, tangled his fingers in her wet hair, and finally came deep in her mouth… while she kept her eyes on the captain’s camera, swallowing with a smile.
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